Carried On The Wind

The wind that blows,
that howls
down valleys.
The wind that wanders,
that weaves
through leaves.
The wind that rattles,
that shivers
through windows.

Wind of warriors
and wind of old,
of fallen Abbey
and ruins cold,
of dragon breath
and legends told.


Sacred is the wind
that bore the spirits,
that whispered
in the ears
of a child that knew.

A wind that once
was a gentle breeze,
a wind that grew
in strength and speed,
to seek her soul,
to call her back,
to carry her home
to the mountains of Wales.

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